BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN
have no idea when i was last here
i’ve been riding in the old west
in the desert
listening to the hawks screeching above
avoiding the vultures surrounding my dead horse
yeah
it’s been real hard out here
the liars and cheats and greedmongers
the wolves in suits
the women with long canines
the rich insects setting up nests in weird designs
but i’ve been handling it all
howling out in the night
and in the daytime too
morphing myself by pure heart and will
into some white eagle of rage and spirit
a fierce creature i
no doubt about it
and there are nights with the moon watching
over me when i see it
i do definitely see it
and feel it
and taste it
a god a woman a child an old warrior
floating six inches above the wasteland
and coming for me
yes i know it might even be tonight
it’ll arrive
and carry me away from all this
Rich Quatrone unsaddles his heart which opens up to handle
all heavy earthy equipment finding his own worth poetically
speaking in wonder and imagistic influence.
The only way I know to identify a good poem is it opens up space inside me; both Quatrone’s poems that I just read did this for me… thanks.
Thank you, John Bennett. It’s important to me as a poet that my poems benefit other people.
John, by the way, which two poems did you read?
Back in the Saddle Again
&
The Emptiness of American Life.
Then read a few more with the same result…
it’s now halloween morning 2015– so, john, just read my own poem and your comments again. thanks once more. check out my theater company at http://www.theamericanpoetrytheater.com.
rich